Chapter 12: A Candle for Distance
It happened too fast.
The year had barely begun.
The savings jar wasn’t even half full.99Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7JaJ6lrQiU
The reseller chats were still active.99Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKybmv2OFeo
The plans were still fresh.
Then one message changed the air.
“Mom’s in the hospital.”
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No extra words.
Just that.
And suddenly everything else felt small.99Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo59M2HQZpW
I called her immediately.
Her voice was different.
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Not hysterical.
Just shaken.
“They admitted her,” she said. “It was sudden.”
I didn’t know what to say.
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Through exhaustion.99Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzfAlATzmnZ
Through doubt.
But this?
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Bigger than distance.99Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlnVFxG8HxG
Bigger than pride.
“I wish I was there,” I whispered.
And I meant it in a way I’ve never meant anything before.99Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ4Rxj3XElH
She was in a hospital waiting area.99Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG5RhBZwanB
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The sound of machines in the background.
I was in my room.
Miles away.
Helpless.
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I wanted to drive her home.99Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOYPO2jdUQU
I wanted to carry even a little of what she was carrying.
But all I had was a screen.
And my voice.
“Be strong,” I said.
It sounded so small.99Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY52QMmTCzw
After we ended the call, I couldn’t sit still.
The room felt suffocating.
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Gone.
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Irrelevant.
Because in that moment, the only thing that mattered was her pain.
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So I went out.
It was still early evening.
The sky was dim, almost gray.
I found myself walking toward the church without even thinking about it.
I’m not the most religious person.
But desperation makes you believe in anything that feels like hope.
The church was quiet.
Cold.
Almost empty.
I bought a candle.
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Fragile.
Like the distance between us.
I lit it slowly.
And as the flame steadied, I closed my eyes.
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Not for our plans.
Just one prayer.
Please let her mom be okay.
Please let her be strong.
Please let me be enough even from here.99Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAdC2Da7aym
I imagined her sitting in that hospital chair.
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Worried.99Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcitbkvqwZn
Trying not to cry too much.
And it broke something inside me.
Because all I wanted
Was to sit beside her.
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Even if we just shared silence.
Just to be there.
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She messaged me later that night.
“She’s stable for now.”
I exhaled for what felt like the first time in hours.
“Thank God,” I replied.
I almost told her about the candle.
But I didn’t.
It wasn’t about credit.
It wasn’t about being seen.
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That night, we stayed on call again.
Not talking much.
Just breathing.
Listening to hospital sounds on her side.99Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQDr7FnhLMX
Listening to quiet darkness on mine.
“I’m scared,” she admitted softly.
“I know,” I said.
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Distance had always been inconvenient.
But that night, it felt cruel.
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no matter how much we saved,99Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTV8Zk8MbnJ
no matter how much we stayed consistent
there were moments where love couldn’t close the gap.
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Before she fell asleep in that hospital chair, she whispered:
“Thank you for staying.”
Staying.
That word again.
Maybe I couldn’t hold her physically.
Maybe I couldn’t drive her home.
Maybe I couldn’t stand beside her mother’s hospital bed.
But I stayed.
And sometimes, when distance steals everything else
that’s all you can give.99Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJkZhpPKBqu
The candle probably burned out hours later.
But I like to think the prayer didn’t.
Because love isn’t always about grand gestures.
Sometimes it’s about lighting something small in the dark.
And wishing
with everything you have
that the people you love make it through the night.
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